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…now for a breaking news update: citizens, there has a been a spike in devil-related causalities in the tokyo area, with 11 confirmed deaths over this past weekend and many more unreported. we are advised by the public safety commission to be careful and on alert as they—

your supervisor, ryouya, turned off the radio abruptly and jeered, “you actually listen to that depressing crap?”

the radio was one of your only forms of entertainment you had at this lousy convenience store.

most days you flipped between three specific stations. the first was a cheesy j-pop station. other was some auction channel, you tuned in to hear people fight to win rather pointless secondhand prizes. the third was the local news station, the stories were pretty interesting on certain days and there was no harm in staying informed.

“that depressing crap is the world we live in.” you blankly stated, not in the mood for ryouyo’s ignorance at the moment.

“it wouldn’t hurt to put a smile on that sweet face of yours.” he patted your shoulders twice before squeezing them, “right, (y/n)?”

you felt nauseous upon his touch like an allergic reaction. he has disregarded your personal boundaries on more occasions than you’d like to recall.

you gave the man a forced smile.

he had a hearty laugh, “there you go! you keep that up, young lady.” you held your fixed face until he retreated into the back room.

a disgruntled sigh escaped your lips. oh, how you longed for the day you quit this god forsaken job. you looked up at the time, almost time to clock out.

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the next hour, you rang up the handful of customers that came in. once the store was vacant, you switched on the radio again.

—forecast is…zzz…zzz…with… zzz…zzz…zzz…of rain—

the reception in this building was terrible. you toyed with the antennas, in attempt to resolve the static. ultimately, you got fed up with the machine and shoved aside to fiddle with later.

you flinched when you looked over to see that a man had been standing, waiting to be checked out.

he’s here, you bit back a smile.

you remember the first day kishibe introduced himself. a well dressed, tall older man with rough features and ash blonde hair, a line of faded snitches scarred from the corner of his mouth to his left cheek. by now you could say he was an usual, primarily showing up to buy booze. despite your short interactions, you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

you were crushing on this old man, hard.

his eyes were dark pits, watching with unknown intent as you stumbled back to the register. “sorry,” you muttered, scanning the bottle of whiskey on the counter. you snuck a glance at his face again, his eyes never left you.

“anything else?”

he pointed at the wall of cigarette brands behind you, particularly at a certain row. you turned around and squinted, confirming where exactly.

“marlboro?”

he hummed a reply. you reached onto your toes and grabbed a pack, then he whistled at you. you looked over your shoulder and he was holding up two fingers, you grabbed one more.

“not your usual.” you chimed, an attempt at small talk.

“trying something new.” he replied, counting out his cash in front of you.

he had a lot of money, must be nice. flipping through the bills, his thumb paused on one. there was blood splatter on it. he skipped over to the next bill and put the money on the counter. you finished the transaction and bagged his items.

you watched as kishibe walked out, bags in hand. on the monitor above your head, you followed his pixelated figure to a black vehicle, meeting with another figure.

“(y/n)! could i get your help?” ryouya’s voice called out from the back.

back to work.

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it was finally time to clock out.

you signed out your timesheet, officially dismissing yourself for the day. exiting out the front doors, you saw that your usual bus had begun to pull off from the stop. ah shit. you ran to catch the vehicle, waving your hands to signal the driver, but it was too late.

there wouldn’t be another bus for next hour. you figured walking home you’d get further along than if you were to wait.

the walk back was longer than you realized. only a quarter of the way in, your feet were already starting to kill. perhaps you could get a cab, you thought. you looked up the cab fares at this time, then your current bank account balance. nevermind.

HONK! a car blew its horn behind you, startling you. you didn’t look back and figured they were honking at another car.

then, an all-black suv drove up beside you, following your walking pace. you felt uneasy. glancing at the window, you couldn’t see anything through the tinted glass.

the window poured down slowly and you sneakily reached for the pepper spray on your keychain.

“hey, you need a ride?” a familiar voice, it was kishibe!

you stopped in your tracks as you processed what exactly he just said. “yes or no.” he prompted with dwindling patience.

“yes.” you blurted. kishibe gestured for you to come in as he unlocked the doors. you climbed into the passenger side, fastened the seatbelt, then you provided him with directions.

you sat awkwardly, your feelings bubbling for the man next to you. you spent the first few minutes of the ride staring out ahead of you, out the window, just anywhere that was not  him.

“you must have a death wish,” kishibe commented aloud at the red light. “walking these streets alone with devils at any turn.”

you were reminded of what you heard on the radio, forgetting how dire the situation was.

he took a swig of his flask while making a right turn onto your street. “i just happened to be working in the area, you’re lucky i found you and not your dead body .”

you were lucky, but not for the reason he’s thinking. devils or not, this was closest you’ve been to kishibe and it was setting your skin ablaze.

a hard brake stop shook you back to reality. you were in the parking lot of your apartment complex. you got here so quick. “thank you for the lift, kishibe. i owe you one.” he simply nodded and took another drink.

as he drank, you were distracted by the way  his lips pressed against the opening of the flask and how his adam’s apple bobbed after each chug. you squeezed your thighs together under your bag placed on your lap.

his eyes cut to the side mid-sip, noticing how flustered you were that he caught you. in fact, he had noticed how flustered you get in his presence for awhile now.

“want a sip?” he offered.

the setting sun cut in from the rear window. a drop of saliva and whiskey on the rim of the silver flask reflected in the light.

you grabbed the flask out of his hands and downed the rest of drink confidently, a little liquid spilled out the sides of the your mouth. immediately you regretting doing so once the taste hit your tongue. your face twisted unpleasantly afterwards, it was so bitter.

kishibe reached over and wiped the lost liquor from your lips, licking it with his thumb.

every cell in your body sizzled with sensation and desire. the intention of both parties were very clear. this was your one and only moment, seize it.

you lunged hungrily and latched your lips onto his. the make out was hot and messy. you were getting drunk off the burn of bourbon on his tongue. “you’re not as innocent as you look, you know.” he said between kisses, “i can tell you wanted this all along.”

he was right. you wanted this, you needed this. he’s barely touching you, but you found yourself panting his name over and over.

his rough hand wrapped around your neck. “you owe me, right?” his grip tightened as he growled, “how about you thank me with this throat of yours?”

a helpless whine escaped your lips, “y-yes.”

kishibe sat back and reclined his seat, presenting the impressive bulge in his pants. you crawled over the center console and began unfastening his belt and trousers.

his hand rode the arch of your back and took firm hold of your ass. he reached further down, rubbing his fingers over the wet spot on your clothed cunt. “kishibe,” you subconsciously pushed your hips back against his touch.

you were met with a hard smack! to your bottom. “that’s master to you, (y/n).” your ass burned from the swiftness of his hand, in a good way. “yes, master.” you drawled. you wanted to be spanked some more, but you remained obedient for now.

you pulled out his half hard penis and pressed your nose against the shaft, embracing the warm musk. you traced a line to the tip with your tongue before putting him in your mouth. you bobbed your head on and down, taking in as much of him as you could.

you looked up at him through hazy eyes, his pupils were dilated, his jaw was clenched, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. it was the most expression you’ve seen on his face since you’ve met. kishibe pushed on your head and held you down. he grunted as the tip hit the back of your throat.

you continued to slurp and stroke, leaving a mess of spit and pre cum all over his dick and down your chin. kishibe grabbed a fistful of your hair and began fucking your face in. tears welled up in the corners of your eye as he stuffed your mouth full of his savory member. it felt so good to be used like this. you snuck a hand between your legs to soothe your aching neglected twat.

“you’re gonna take this fucking load.” he groaned while thrusting ruthlessly in your mouth, “every. last. drop.”

you had his cock all the way down, with his balls against your chin when he came. he shot his cum straight down your throat, causing you to gag. he held his head in place, “swallow it.” you managed to do so, pumping his dick and lapping up any excess.

kishibe sat up and pulled you into an unexpected kiss, suddenly there was a sense of tranquility. the sun has since been set. the dim street lights flickered above you and cicadas chirped their night ambience.

“thanks again… for the ride.” you said timidly  after parting lips.

the older man drily chuckled, “anytime.”

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…there is a heed from public safety for corporations to consider shortening business hours due to the rising onset of devils, responsible for local property damages and a numerous number of deaths across the city. however, officials believe the early closures would poorly impact the…

it’s getting worse out there. you turned the volume knob down, quieting the newscaster’s voice. you’ve heard enough of that for today.

you looked around the empty store. there hasn’t been many customers today, perhaps people were actually staying inside. you’re thinking maybe you should’ve joined them.

you let your head drop into your palms, then the front door swings open, the one second you decided to rest. you peeked through your fingers and shot up once you noticed it was in fact kishibe.

ever since he first offered to drive you home, you’ve developed a casual relationship. he insisted on it being very short time. all he wanted was a good lay from time to time. don’t fall in love with me or i’ll leave you, he would say.

“welcome in,” you greeted, trying to not to come off as too pleased to see him. his half lidded eyes were more jaded and sunken than usual. you took a deep breath as he approached.

kishibe leaned forward with his palms on the counter, a breath of dark whiskey, warm and rich breezes past your nostrils.

“i’m bored, let’s fuck.”

“w-what!?” you stammered through your words. “like right now? are you crazy?”

his corner of his mouth upturned into a shit-eating smirk. he is crazy.

“kishibe…” you double checked behind you, lowering your voice. “my boss is literally in the back as we speak. i can’t just— you know i can’t.”

“no, but you will.” he deadpanned, “won’t you?”

you felt every pore on your skin push out a bead of sweat. you would… you both knew it. you looked over your shoulder at the back room. ryouya was busying filling out a spreadsheet at his desk, he’s been at it for a while now.

kishibe turned around impatiently, taking a step towards the exit. “okay!” you lunged over the counter and caught hold of his coat sleeve.

“okay what?” he questioned.

your head hung low, unable to meet his eyes. you weren’t sure what was more shameful, the fact that kishibe had this control over you or the fact that you loved every second of it.

“…let’s do it.”

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occupied, the red sign switched on the other side as you locked the single-stall restroom. the tall man loomed over while large hands pressed you against the door.

“we have to be quick,” you warned, “it’s only a matter of time before he notices i’m gone.”

kishibe scoffed. “don’t worry, you don’t last very long with me.” his lips clung to yours, wasting no time to let his tongue slip into your mouth.

kissing him felt like a fight for dominance as you smushed your faces together in disarray, an uncoordinated mess of hot breaths and wrestling tongues.

a strong tang of alcohol lingered on his lips, leaving a sour aftertaste in your mouth as he eagerly ventured to apply kisses on your neck and jaw. “kishibe… are you drun—AH!” you gasped when one of his rough hands shoved themselves down the front of your pants.

“have you forgotten already?” his fingers aggressively rubbed up and down your cunt. “n-no master,” your answer was rewarded with a bite marking to your collarbone. you made an effort to grind down on his palm, creating friction and electrifying your nerves. the callouses and tough scarring on his palms were an additional sensational against your clit. you simply couldn’t get enough.

“so wet for me...” kishibe blessed your eardrums with his gravelly voice as you desperately humped his hand like a rabid animal.

“i think you’re ready.” he decided, pumping two fingers in you for extra measure. he flipped and pressed your torso against the door. you quickly wiggled out of your pants, kicking them away. you could hear the unbuckling of his belt and the rip of the condom wrapper. he wet the tip between your slick folds before inserting himself.

you squeezed your eyes shut as he pushed further inside, stretching you out. “relax,” kishibe shushed, rubbing small circles over your hips as he began thrusting. despite taking a deep breath, your mind was running a mile a minute. how much time has passed? is anyone looking for you? you’d get in some trouble if you were caught.

“you have a perfect ass, you know that?” kishibe slurred while probing you from behind. to confirm your suspicions, he was definitely drunk. “only if we had more time…” he wet the front of his two fingers and circled the rim of your asshole, “i would’ve love to fuck this tight little hole.”

holy shit, you could picture it. kishibe pounding your ass into the bedsheets until he fills your gaping hole with so much cum. it turned you on more just thinking about it.

“you must like that idea.” kishibe chuckled deeply, commenting on the way your pussy oozed more around his cock. he gave your ass a good slap, causing you to yelp. “let’s save it for next time, now…”

next time, you blocked out whatever else he had to say for a moment because he said there’s going to be a next time.

suddenly, your train of thought was interrupted by a abrupt reposition to the sink. you grabbed hold of the porcelain rim as you were met with firm thrusts, applauded by the claps of his pelvis smacking against your fleshy bottom.

“oh fuck, master—!”

your moans were echoing off the tile walls. you bit down your lip, hard enough to taste a tang of blood, to hush yourself, but to no prevail. “no more waiting,” he grunted.

the man had you gasping and choked up on your words. his cock plowed through your insides with drunken vigor. his heavy balls slapped rhythmically against your neglected clit, bringing you oh, so closer to orgasm.

you were quickly losing control. your body tensed up under his touch. you could feel him everywhere like he was in your bloodstream infecting you with his virus. it felt good, it felt so good you could die.

you reached a shaky hand behind you to warn him. “i know, i know.” he grabbed your forearm and bent it behind your back. “cum for me, (y/n). cum for your master.”

you keened over the restroom sink as your climax washed over you. the sheer sensation brought you to near tears. your knees trembled from under you, but kishibe kept you steady and pulled out of your now leaking cunt, enjoying the view of creamy liquid running down your thighs. you could feel your heartbeat between your legs as your vagina pulses under his heavy gaze.

kishibe grabbed you by the throat to pull you into his chest, in a upright position. now standing chest-to-back, you could see yourself in the mirror ahead and what has become of you, you had to look away.

“no, i want to you to see yourself,” he groaned against the shell of your ear. his breath was hot and staggered. you found the conviction to turn your cheek back.

“you’re so fucking sexy.” kishibe whispered before kissing your lips, giving you a rush of pride. you melted into his mouth. “on your knees babygirl, daddy’s got a treat for you.”

kishibe has never showered you with this many praises before. he’s a lot more excitable when he’s drunk, you note.

you sunk the floor on command like the loyal pet you were. kishibe had trashed the old condom and was now stroking himself sensually. gazing up at him from this angle, he was colossal. the fluorescents beaming over his head resembled to a display of a greek statue sculpted with finest detail.

perfectly imperfect. he was a raw, rare specimen you could admire all day. a part of you wondered how you look in his eyes, you’d give anything to be of value to him in the slightest.

his eyes held so many mixed emotions despite being a spheres of black void. you couldn’t look away if you wanted to, he was sucking you in by the second.

you tilted up your head up, dropping your jaw as he beat his cock over your agape mouth. “fuck.” his face twitched, failing to keep up his firm expression. the first spurt of cum shot out, grazing the top of your lip and nose, causing you to flinch. the rest of the load pooled into your flattened tongue like a landfill.

kishibe drained himself the last of himself into your mouth, gifting you with the sounds of his delicious groans.

“thank you, sir.” you purred, licking your upper lip.

he looked very appeased.

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“i’ll be leaving then.” kishibe stated while readjusting his coat jacket. you froze for a moment as you fixed your hair in the mirror.

you truly hated to see him go. his returns were never guaranteed and far between, so you liked to milk every excursion with him for what it’s worth (literally).

you turned the faucet and bent over the running water in palms. “okay.” you straight-faced, hiding your expression from the reflection.

“what?” your head popped out of the sink when you heard his voice again instead of the door closing.

you posed innocence, “nothing.”

“i’m not an idiot. say what’s on your mind.”

“i want to know when… can i see you again?”

it’s a rather innocent question, but with the potential to crumble the shaky foundation of this fling. you refused to face him, so you watched his reaction in the glass. he was stoic, unfazed as usual. you stood by anxiously as you awaited his response.

“don’t be annoying, (y/n),” was all you heard before the door slammed shut behind him.

…

you didn’t see his face.

you should’ve seen his face.

that’s all this was from the start, he was just using you for sex. you knew that. your body is the sacrifice to give for a minute of his precious time.

you deserve better than that.

but, you don’t want better. you want kishibe.

life is full of sacrifices, right?

you chuckled to yourself, even thinking it aloud is so pathetic that’s it funny. so funny, you keep laughing.

and laughing,

and laughing,

and laughing,

until you’re curled up on the floor, holding your stomach because it hurts so much.

it hurts so much.

your face and abdomen flexed hard as you wheeze laughed into the tiles below you. despite the pain, you wouldn’t let yourself stop because if you did, then it will all turn to tears. the reality of it all would come to light.

you may never see kishibe again.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! a heavy fist banged on the door consecutively. “(y/n), is that you in there!?”

oh fuck, ryoyou.

“you better get out here right now!” he sounds fucking pissed. you laid on the cold floor for a few more seconds before standing up in front of the mirror on last time.

that’s all.

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…from— safety…zzz…zzz…we are urging citizens in districts…zzz…zzz….zzz…take shelter and…zzz..zzz—

choom! the radio shut off entirely on itself. it was probably a blown fuse, the ole thing was like a gajillion years old.

“bout time that damn thing died.” ryouya cursed under his breath while passing. “by the way (y/n), these chores aren’t going to do themselves.” you groaned and slouched in your seat.

as punishment for abandoning your station last week, ryouya had cut your hours tremendously to “teach you a lesson.” you call it an abuse of power, he calls it justified…

tonight you had an overnight shift under his strict supervision. in addition he left a checklist of an heinous amount of tasks to be completed by the end of your shift.

he must be getting a kick out of milking out this whole situation.

“don’t groan and moan, you’re almost done.” he clapped back at your attitude. “just finish restocking and take out the trash, then you’re finished.”

you grabbed a stack of product from the back table and transported them to their respective aisles, refilling the empty spaces in the rows as quickly as possible.

while you loading the fridges with cases of beer, you couldn’t help but think of kishibe. he was always the one to duck off and disappear, but this time you were feeling entirely guilty. were you too pushy? asking for too much? you know one day he’d cut you off completely, but so soon? it hurt more than you expected.

you stared hard at the case in your lap. this was the brand kishibe would buy, his brand.

you involuntarily took out one of the cans from its casing and cracked it open, releasing its carbonated fizz. you looked around yourself before raising the metal rim to your nostrils. the dark aroma of the alcohol lingered and stunk, with a deep inhale you allowed your eyes to fall shut.

it smelled just like him… the can gravitated to your mouth, tipping enough for beer to flood the outer edge of the rim. your tongue teased past your lips and dabbed into the liquid.

…as you thought it tasted like him too.

you felt a spur against your tastebuds as you drifted off into fantasy, imagining what kishibe would say or do if he was here right now.

what would he think of you, longing for him like he told you not to? would he be revolted? or perhaps deep down he liked seeing you in this state?   

“(y/n)…” he would say in his scolding tone, “what do you think you’re doing?” his voice sounded so real in head, too real. you snapped your eyes open and turned to the direction of the voice.

it wasn’t kishibe, there ryouya stood with a baffled expression. you froze after realizing how wrong this whole scene must look like.

you needed an excuse, now. “i was just…”

“sneaking a drink on the job like i wouldn’t notice.” he snarled, the disappointment evident in his tone. “what? are you trying to get fired on purpose!?”

“fired? no, please i—“

“I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT!” beyond furious, he massaged his temple to keep himself for exploding again. “just… take that with other trash, you’ve spoiled it.” you lifted the case and crossed him when you felt his hand grab your forearm. “in fact, i’m coming with you. since you can’t seem to do anything right.”

you cursed under your breath and shamefully headed towards the back room. man, you really screwed up this time.

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the streetlights flickered its above you, stuttering its fluorescence as you paved through the back alleyway behind the store.

ryouya kept a watchful eye and hovered as you trekked towards the dumpster outside, lifting excessively full trash bags on your own.

this trash should’ve been taken out weeks ago, he must’ve have been piling it up on purpose.

you huffed once you were in front of the dumpster gates, then immediately regretted doing so. the odor itself was enough to make you vomit.

it was rotten.

leaking from under the metal door oozed mysterious liquid, too dark to identify this late at night. “come on, let’s make this quick.” ryouya nasally spoke while unlocking the gate, he too admitting of how bad it stunk.

the gate creaked open eerily, just wide enough for you to fit in, perfectly so.

like it was inviting you in.

you took your last fresh inhale before shimmying past the opening, both trash bags in hand and ryouya following behind.

there was little to no light by this area. you could barely see, yet you gawked at the behemoth of garbage in front of you. rotten food, junk, and rodents coated the floor around the dumpster making it hard to traverse. you were swatting at flies every second, taking peculiar strides to avoid the mystery poodles that surrounded your feet.

the dumpster itself was almost full to the brim, ready to topple over with one wrong move. when you deemed yourself close enough, you chucked each trash bag into the heap. the pile rustled softly afterwards, you imagined it was probably just some rats scurrying about inside.

suddenly, BANG! you shrieked from the sudden sound, turning around to see that the gate was slammed shut.

you hurdled towards the entrance and tugged at the metal bars. it was locked!

“hello? HELLO? the door…” you paused as you glanced at the floor, seeing the shadows of feet from under the gate. this asshole…

“ryouya, let me out! this isn’t funny. LET ME OUT!” you rattled and banged on the gate like a caged animal.

blinded by rage, you didn’t hear the doors unlock and the sheer force sent you flying back onto the concrete. you collapsed into one of the puddles, scrapping yourself and wetting your entire backside in god knows what.

the smell hit you again now that you were on ground level. vomit brewed from the pits of your stomach, boiling up your throat, only to be stopped by the puffing of your cheeks.

“HAHAHAHA!” ryouya laughed maniacally above you. tears sweltered around your eyes in pure anguish and humiliation.

“alright, don’t be a baby. let me—” you fiercely swatted his hand away. “woah! what’s your problem!?”

you wiped the filth from your palms onto your pants, then wobbled onto your feet.

“i quit,” you deadpanned.

“you… what?” his face dropped, no longer liking this game anymore. “you can’t just quit.”

“i just did, now go to hell.” you shoved him out of your way and hobbled towards the exit.

“if you quit, i’ll talk to HR!” he threatened, stammering once he saw that wasn’t stopping you. “i-i’ll tell HR what you really did in that bathroom!”

you paused with one foot out the gate. it was like every cell in your bloodstream froze in that moment.

“what… what’re you…”

“don’t play dumb, (y/n). “i heard.” he started, “i heard almost everything you were doing in there. you told me you were constipated, but in reality you were slinging yourself like a slut for some old man. one word with HR and i can have it so you won't be hired within a 30 mile radius, you hear?” he inched closer and closer, not easing the unsteady feeling in your gut. “…i could’ve done it, but i saved your ass. i knew all along and i didn’t tell a soul. you know why?” he reached and ghosted his hand over your tattered cheek,  “it’s because i care about you, (y/n).”

his eye burned with lust and insanity. you were mortified. to an extent you were this guy was a creep, yet you would’ve never guessed this. this was something straight out of your nightmares.

everything in you was screaming to run, run, RUN AWAY, but your limbs fell into paralysis, unable to respond properly with your sound mind.

“there’s only one way to fix all this. you know you owe me, right?” you cringed hearing those words come out his mouth. similar to what kishibe said that first day in the car, but now with such malice undertones.

thinking about kishibe even in a time like this… tears ran down your cheeks. the rest of his words became muffled as you dissociated from reality. you were no longer the host of your own body, spectating lifelessly as ryouya began to slowly strip in front of you.

off the side of his head, you managed to see something that didn’t seem right, but you couldn’t point out exactly what.

two white eyes, staring at you from the junk heap.

the two became four, then six, then eight, multiplying so on and so forth. an amalgamation of glowing eyes emerged from the rubbish, snarling and hissing from the darkness.

that was no animal… it was…

you blinked back into consciousness, forcefully shoving the half naked man from on top of you. he stumbled back and tripping over a glass bottle, thrashing himself straight into the dumpster with a THUD!

“stupid bitch…” he cursed, charging at you at full speed. “I’LL KILL YOU—AHH!” out of nowhere, the beast pounced onto the man’s back.

ryouya cried out horrifically as his flesh was pulled, plucked, and ripped open by mutated claws. the scratching and gnawing was ravenous at his bare skin.

you snuck to the other side of the gate undetected. as you set the lock, you peered through the crack of the door in pure horror.

his back was multilated and split in half with ease, allowing this devil to pour itself into his cavity and devour him from the inside out. you could hear the squirts of blood and the crack! of bones against canines.

it was a movie you couldn’t escape.

a film with no ending.

you stared into his blood filled eyes, or what was left of them, nearly popping out of his own head. they were hollow, barely holding onto life. you’ve seen enough.

you slowly back away from the scene, refusing to turn your back on the door for even a second.

after clearing a few feet, you backed into something hard, rigid… tall. a gasp didn’t get an opportunity to flee your mouth before a large hand swatted over your lips.

“don’t scream.” the voice mumbled.

you know all too well who this was, you could smell the whiskey and nicotine off his breath.

“here’s what you’re going to do,” he leaned into ear and spoke lowly, “you’re going to get in the car behind me and locked the doors. don’t open for anyone or anything. i’ll take care of this for now, nod if you understand.”

you nodded.

“good.”

you followed his very instructions, laying head down in the back seat with almost stillness waiting for anything.

then, you heard two shots ring out.

BANG!

BANG!

then, silence.

you didn’t dare to peek again.

you shut your eyes to this realm, wishing and praying this was all some bad dream. you had only fell asleep on your shift and you’ll wake up tomorrow back to normal.

back to normal.

what even is normal? you thought as you slowly drifted off deep into the farscapes of your mind.

where no one could hurt you.

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madly in love.

the car ride home was silent.

not entirely, kishibe spent most of his time on the phone while you laid idly across the back seat.

you tuned out his conversation, but it seemed rather important. the streetlights flashed across your face with every passing block. since you’ve entered, you haven’t uttered a word.

kishibe said you didn’t have to.

once he pulled into your complex, he walked you up to your apartment and stopped outside your door.

“would you like me to join you inside?”

“…for what?” your voice was low and hoarse from not speaking for so long.

“peace of mind. you’ve been through a lot tonight, (y/n). you could use the company.”

this was a dangerous game for your heart. after everything you went through, you wanted nothing to do with kishibe. yet, somewhere deep down within, you still longed for him. if this was going to be your final meeting, then you were going to make it count.

“okay.”

⚠︎

too cold.

you sat waiting at the edge of your bathtub, periodically checking the water temperate before you stepped in.

after allowing kishibe into your home, it took no time for him to mention your stench.

“you smell like shit. go shower.” he said.

which was fair, the dirty waste water you fell into had dried onto your clothes and skin. any longer and you’d have visible green trail of musk.

you tested the water again, there we go.

you stepped over into the tub and turned on the shower head. it took a second because of the weak water pressure.

nothing felt better than the feeling of fresh water rinsing off the skin. you stood under the shower head for a good ten minutes and let the water cascade down, cleansing you from head to toe before continuing to bathe.

for once in a long time, you were in a state of pure bliss.

⚠︎

after freshening up, you entered into the living room where kishibe was. he sat on the couch typing on his laptop with a iced drink on the coffee table ahead.

“i hope you don’t mind that i helped myself to your liquor cabinet.” he said as you sat beside him, eyes unwavering from the screen.

“a little late to ask now,” you grabbed his drink and took a sip of your own. as you should, it was your alcohol, your glass, your house.

you watched the page as he skimmed through the report. you saw your name listed as a key witness. your eyes were able to catch a few key phrases in the autopsy:

cause of dead… unknown

unidentified devil

facial lacerations

cracked skull, crushed spine, fractures

lungs, heart, intestines—

kishibe shut the computer abruptly, drawing your focus. he stood up from the couch and took his glass to the kitchen.

“you killed that… thing, right?” you prompted, he hummed in response.

“and ryouya, he…”

“he’s dead. yes.” he poured himself some of your fancy vodka

this thought has been plaguing your mind since the drive back. you waited until he returned to the couch to finally voice it.

“when i saw it happen… the eating… i couldn’t stop watching.” kishibe gave you his undivided attention, giving you the courage to continue. “i really thought was going to die tonight. it was terrifying and it keeps replaying in my head, and yet… i’m glad. i’m glad i got to watch that bastard die.” you looked at the man with genuine curiosity, “am i insane for saying for that?”

“i’ve heard worse. still thinking that way sure as hell won’t do someone like you any good.” kishibe raised his glass to his lips before shooting his drink back, “trust me.”

you sank a bit into the cushions. you couldn’t begin to imagine the things kishibe has seen in his lifetime. he has the eyes of a man who’s void of unnecessary feeling after being met by tragedy time and time again.

“here, it’s been a long night.” he refilled his glass and handed it to you.

you smirked, “is this your way of getting me drunk?”

“not at all, i’m trying to make you feel better.” kishibe slid the cold glass into your palm. the condensation around the cup wet your fingers. “besides, why finish this bottle alone?”

“you mean my bottle?”

“shh, less talking, more drinking.” he hushed, and raised the glass to your lips, prompting you to drink. you looked into the glass and watched your reflection in the dark liquor ripple.

hell, why not?

⚠︎

there was no way you could keep up with kishibe.

the bottle was more than half empty, little to no thanks to you. kishibe really does like his alcohol, it was like he was immune to it. between drinks, you’d take time to talk about anything that was on the mind, even rather personal subjects.

it was refreshing to say the least. you used to view kishibe as a god, molding yourself to his will, however now you saw him for what he truly is. a man.

as he opened up to you about certain aspects of his life, though still remaining secretive, you felt like finally you were speaking with the human kishibe. the kishibe who’s lived many lives. he, too, has had his demons to fight, both figuratively and literally.

you felt yourself falling for him all over again. or, maybe that’s just the alcohol talking. you were feeling a little buzzed at this point.

“alright, fun’s over.” he announced, huffing off the couch.

“…what?” you stood with him.

“we’ve been talking all night, the sun is about to come up.” he patted your head loftily, “you need to sleep.”

time really flew. you didn’t want this night with him to be over already, beside you were far from tired. you tugged on his arm, feeling up the clothed muscle underneath and flashing him with doe eyes. you knew there was only one way to get him to stay the night.

“you work so hard,” you purred. “you must be tired. why don’t you stay in? i have a bed conveniently big enough for the both of us.”

kishibe paused to ponder. was he actually considering it? “tempting, but no.”

“the least you could do is tuck me in.” you protested, hoping that would do the trick. your face fell when he took long to respond.

“…i’ll meet you in the bedroom then.”

you needed not to be told twice. with haste, you fled to your bedroom with intention.

tonight, kishibe will be yours.

⚠︎

when kishibe walked into your bedroom, you were already in bed and appeared to be sleeping on your side. he approached slowly and was careful to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“asleep, are we?” he questioned aloud, watching your eyes closely. he chuckled, taking a long sip of his drink, then set the cold side of the glass against your cheek.

you visibly flinched, but remained still. it took everything in you not crack a smile.

“…or pretending?” he bent down and whispered huskily into your ear, “let’s see how you can keep this up.”

suddenly, the covers were swiped from on top of you, revealing your body in a nightie. a shiver ran from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

you heard soft rustling like clothes hitting the floor. you felt the mattress sink under you and weight of him settling against your backside. your nightie was delicately raised as a hand snuck up your torso, pulling up the fabric and unveiling the bare skin underneath.

then, nothing. barely any noise, little movement, but you felt his dark gaze plotting. was he just… staring at you?

your eyes fought to stay shut, you wanted nothing more than to look this man in his eyes right now.

your body jolted as the stark coldness of an ice cube slid across your nipples. they hardened with haste as the cool water melted down the hills of your breasts.

he guided the ice cube down against your warm body at an agonizingly slow pace. his other hand snaked

the ice was half melted by the time it passed your belly button, inching closer to the heat between your legs. your breath unsteadily hiked up in tempo as he teased.

kishibe peered down lustfully as you squirmed under his control. “you aren’t very good at this game.”

the anticipation was enough to kill you. you wanted nothing more now than him to quit teasing.

“…fuck you.”

his lips twisted into a devilish smile. without saying anything more, he drew lower. it strung to feel the frigid solid brush against your clit. you drew a long hiss into the air in restraint.

kishibe swiveled his fingers back and forth between the lower lips of your bud until the ice melted and mixed with your natural juices. in contrast to the chilling sensation, your back and face began to sweat as you grew hot against your bedsheets.

kishibe nested his face into the side of your neck and busked in your pheromones. “are you ready for me?” he whispered huskily.

you gripped the sheets next to you in desperation, “please…”

he stroked himself with cold fingers before pressing into your entrance. you engulfed him swimmingly, his cock stretched the fleshy walls of your cunt with ease.

unlike the past times you’ve had sex, his approached was different, softer even. while his one hand spread you open, his other hand snuck under your waist and wrapped themselves across your chest, gluing your bodies together and giving your breasts some attention. he ladled out kisses all along your neck and shoulder, occasionally blessing your ears with his husky gravelly voice.

kishibe pried your thighs open from the hinges of your knees, allowing himself to dig deeper in your frame. you became an eruption of riffs and moans. you could hear yourself off the walls, but you paid no mind. kishibe felt so much better inside you raw, his dick molded its shape with every thorough thrust.

“say my name.” he growled.

“mast—ah!” he twisted your nipple as punishment, “wrong answer. say my name.”

“k-kishibe,” his name felt like perfection falling from your lips. he must’ve liked it as well, seeing how kishibe twitched inside you.

you found yourself chanting it like a broken record. “kishibe… kishibe… oh god.” he pressed on the puncturing indentation of his cock showing over your navel. you jumped an octave from the sheer sensation. you’ve never experience anything like this, it was overstimulating.

his thrust started to become unstructured. he gritted his teeth, “you want this load, baby? tell me.”

his praises have a way to really getting to you, you almost came from his words alone.

“yes, give it to me!” you wept aloud, quickly reaching to flick your clit to chase an early orgasm. “please kishibe, i need you.”

it was a race of who would finish first.

your temple was ablaze, every part of your body sparked with sensational pleasure. so much so, you didn’t even realize kishibe had already painted your insides white. the corners of your eyes prickled with tears while your orgasm washed over. your body wasn’t your own. it belonged to kishibe, property of mad dog. he was to able to conduct you to his will, just the way you liked it.

it was completely involuntary, a surge of raw emotion in the moment. a string of unprompted confessions came out your mouth amidst the wave of indulgence.

“i like you. i really like you, kishibe. fuck, i can’t help it.” you were so high off pleasure, yet you felt compelled to say your truth, even if that meant he would never see him again. “you told me not to fall for you, but i feel like i’ve loved you for so long. i know that’s wild because i barely know you, but i can’t deny it anymore.” you turned your head around to finally face him. “i’m crazy for you.”

kishibe traced the back of his palms down your tear stained cheeks before planting a tender kiss on your lips. you melted into the warm oasis of his mouth, only with him could your nerves be calmed.

“i know.”

⚠︎

bubbles and soapy water surrounded your knees and neck as you sat alone in the bathtub with your back slouched against the tile wall.

you weren’t actually alone.

kishibe knelt beside the tub and toggled with the water faucet, ensuring it was a perfect temperate for you. he tested the waters by dipping his hand in, “that hot enough?”

you simply nodded.

there was silence between you. so quiet, you could hear the ripples in the bath water or cushioned stomps of your neighbors.

“kishibe, can you be honest with me?” you eyed him carefully, “after tonight, i won’t see you again, will i?”

you remember distinctly the last time you asked something similar to this.

“i want to know when… can i see you again?”

thinking back to how destitute his answer left you. empty, sunken, and pathetic. you were at your complete lowest point you’ve ever been.

he took his time processing your question. or rather, how he should respond.

“no, you won’t.” he stood up, “this has to be it.”

has to. it has to be this way.

you looked into his eyes one last time. you were never able to read the man, but for once you saw a glimpse of something.

is it pity? regret? maybe you’re reading too much into it.

he walked over to the sink counter and placed a thick white envelope on its surface from his coat pocket. “don’t open this until i leave.“ he paused at the doorway facing away from you, “goodbye, (y/n).”

then, he was gone. out of your life once and for all.

strangely enough, you felt a sense of relief seeing him go unlike before. as the months passed, things in your life actually turned out for the better. you secured a good, higher paying job in a nicer neighborhood. the envelope’s contents were a grand sum of money, more than enough to get you back on track. sometimes after a long day, you think of him and how there was a reality where he returned your feeling. perhaps he did or he couldn’t. you’ll never know now.

kishibe was your blessing and your curse, and if you ever had the chance to tell him, you’d let him know that you’ll always be his woman.

you weren’t the first and you wouldn’t be the last of other who’s fallen madly in love with the mad dog.

⚠︎

the end.